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  2. SANCTUARY 70 LY from Sol “Can I help you with something Miss?” Anna clicked her tongue against the back of her teeth. Everyone was so nervous here. Who did they think she was? "Yeah, maybe." Taking some care to keep her hands away from herself and open, she turned around to face the man speaking. "I'm gonna be totally straight with you. I came here just to meet a guy, showed up, he's not home...so okay, I figure maybe I can look him up. And then everyone's staring at me like I just ate a baby, and you three show up looking like you expect me to change into a dragon or something." She nodded. "So if you can give me some idea of what's going on here, ideally without ending up with me stuck in a virtuality because my sleeve only exists in a single-atom-thick smudge on the ground here...that'd be a huge help." Anna looked up wryly and added, "Annnnnd if that's too big an ask, I will settle for the second part by itself."
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  4. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    Madeline's first reaction was to swap out her pistol for her rifle again. She'd need the stopping power against whatever had done this. Thrice-cursed zombies. Who would make themselves into a monster capable of doing this to an entire fire team worth of..?! She quashed that thought, forcing herself to keep a cool head, despite the grief and anger bubbling through her mind. She may have a spear clipped next to her ammo, but she was a sniper. One shot, One resleeve. That kind of calm would be how she'd get back home alive with the compiler destroyed beyond recovery and a handful of Cores. It would be... best if she didn't encounter the monster at all, much as the injustice of letting that thing go gnawed at her. "Shit," she cursed in the confines of her helmet as she realized exactly where the monster had probably headed after killing her comrades. After all, it was smart as well as strong. Or could be anyway. Madeline hadn't lived this long by assuming her opponents were stupid as well as misguided. She resumed her cloaked stalk out of the chamber, warier now with the acute and present danger of the mystery brute, enhanced vision split between the strange scratch marks on the ground and any other possible signs of the compiler.
  5. STAR SYSTEM WISE 1959-3338 37.5 LY from SOL The Apostate entered the lock and glided through the inner door he pause and reached out his instinct to close it but his finger paused over the button, then withdrew. He disengaged the magnets on his boots and pushed off floating into the Ginger Snap. What he saw was what he had expected and old tramp freighter no more no less. It was a different ship than his different layout but the rooms he saw was the same, the equipment the same, the stories were probably the same. There was nothing to arouse suspicion no signs of a struggle no billet holes or blaster scorches. No blood and no bodies. What mess he did see was probably created by the decompression when the locks were opened. He didn't talk much as was his way but he did make a few comments so the Kid wouldn't worry too much. The flight deck didn't tell him anything power would need to be restored before any of the logs could be accessed that or they would have to be physically removed and brought back to the ship. It wasn't until he got to the ships main cargo hold that things took a turn. It was smaller than his and empty but he could see where something large had been secured of course he would need the logs to know when and what. Of course the hold wasn't actually empty, as he played his light over the cavernous hold he saw four bodies kneeling facing the bulkhead, two men and two women from the looks of their clothes they were the ships crew. They were dead. Aside from exposure to the vacuum each had a centimeter hole burned through the back of there necks at the base of the skull. Cored, The Apostates blood went cold at the sight. He played the light around and found two more bodies these were both floating at the rear of the hold near the passageway toward the drives. Both had the same centimeter hole but in their chests not the necks. Both bodies were headless. A quick look told the tale their cores had been removed along with their heads. Standard mob style killing, less mess than digging the core out and much faster. Both men were dressed in good fashionable clothes nothing that immediately gave away who they might be. Searching for Ids in pockets was out of the question while in his suit but he didn't expect to find any anyway. Everything here said professional. SANCTUARY 70 LY from Sol The three split and came up on her in a flanking maneuver. Anna waited and made no threatening moves. Two halted , one on each side about five meters out the third a bulky male cybersleeve bristling with handguns and knives. On his chest was some sort of badge. Anna assessed the situation she didn't need her agent to point out that she could make a sprint for what looked like an open access hatch. A very obvious escape route. The big guy halted about a meter away. He eyeballed the drone on her shoulder, his hand casually at his side draped over the butt of a snub blaster. “Can I help you with something Miss?” STAR SYSTEM HR9038 35LY from SOL It didn't take long before she came upon the first bodies. A man and woman at a cross section, wearing nondescript coveralls neither had weapons both had been shot in the chest. Clean efficient. A few more bodies Volkov came across were the same then she saw the first evidence of resistance, that the inhabitants had some fight in them. Still all she saw was the inhabitants dead. She had counted 11 bodies before she came across Manafort. It looked like he had taken a heavy energy bolt to the face-plate. The mans head was melted along with most of his helmet. Inside hers Madeline frowned, she hadn't seen any evidence of energy weapons up till now. And the team hadn't been armored against energy weapons, they had been told to expect small arms and hand weapons. She continued on saw more bodies and was closing in on the rest of the team when she came to the cavernous warehouse work center where the compiler should have been. She had seen any bodies for a while and once she entered the large area she knew why she hadn't been able to get any readings from the teams suits. The remainder of the fire team was scattered across the room literally, they had been torn apart. The floor was littered with shell casings and the walls scarred and pitted with both bullet and particle blasts. The fire teams bodies were the only bodies she could find in the room but there was no compiler here either. In the center of the room was a coffin a genuine resurrection chamber three times the size of any regulation chamber Volkov had ever seen and it was open. And it was empty.
  6. Last week
  7. GHIRARDELLI ICE CREAM AND CHOCOLATE SHOP CHICAGO, THE EXTRANET "Thank you." Vaughn chose to make no comment of square pegs vs. round holes in this situation. "I'll be your Extranet support and local expert for today." He added, mimicking the stock line the waiters would use here in Chicago. "Any physical involvement on my part will involve drones. I moved on from in-the-flesh a long time ago."
  8. GHIRARDELLI ICE CREAM AND CHOCOLATE SHOP CHICAGO, THE EXTRANET VR was something Ryan had a passing knowledge regarding, thanks to the life he once lived, and he looked over at Vaughn's Avatar. "It's nice to meet you Vaughn, I trust we'll work well together. The Shogun is an excellent judge of talent and ability." He had worked with others before and knew well that the Shogun didn't hire those who were incompetent.
  9. RHO, LUNA INSIDE THE DOME ODAIBA TOWER The Shogun laughed, it sounded like crystal chimes in a gentle breeze. “Of course you will be official and you will have an assistant. The authorities are still fighting the fire and trying to recover any survivors it will be hour yet before the police are ready to gather evidence.” Her image walked around the tube like resurrection chamber to stand in front of him. “This is Rho Mr. Church, you'd be surprised at how easily your sleeve will fit in. Now let's go meet the man you will be working with.” At the Shoguns instruction Ryan excepted a VR stream and found himself in an Ice Cream parlor. GHIRARDELLI ICE CREAM AND CHOCOLATE SHOP CHICAGO, THE EXTRANET “We need to recover what is ours first. Once that is done and they have been... verified. We will give you further instructions. But now,” a flicker near the Samurai and a ...thing came into being almost seven feet tall, not human, a walking tank. “I would like you to meet Ryan Church. He will be our agent on the ground you are to accompany him and help him however you can. He is a stranger here and might find himself needing guidence. Ryan this is Vaughn.”
  10. "DAMMIT, JEANE!" A Proteus now made of solid earth barrelled himself in front off her. "I said run! This isn't a spar! I get that you don't know the story - but there are reasons for what I told you to do. Get the hell out of here before he kills you."
  11. "Damn. You're tough. Did I hear Kia right in that you helped train the team? That's awesome. I'm new. Just met the Irregulars today in fact." Jeane kept her voice even, keeping as much of the 'holy shit, this is nuts and today has been way too long' out of her voice as possible. She gave the closest Lilly a look that begged 'trust me' behind her blue eyes. The tall blonde tried to avoid thinking how shark-like his grin was as he snapped arrows out of his flesh even as she forced herself to move. One foot in front of the other towards him, arms easy at her side. "I'm sorry for being rude, sir. Get hot when people dismiss me out of hand. My name is Jeane Hebert, codename Traceuse as of 20 minutes ago just before I beat one-third of a giant ice bear. Or was that after? Anyway. Nice to meet another potential teacher if you're done sparring with my elders and betters. Can't *quite* promise that level of performance, but I hope to have the chance to learn," she continued closer to the forefront of the group, one hand in position for a potential handshake if they let her through. She kept her eyes on Apollo, breathing steady, hoping to hell she was reading this scene well enough to walk away from it alive. If violent escalation wasn't doing the trick...
  12. Justin OOC

    Level 1: Mecha and Monsters

    The summoning of the Mech, drew the adult's attention, and Ryan summoned his sword again, and looked to Vesper and Yuuki. "i'll draw the adults until Tori gets going, you two knock off the hatchlings, and try to move closer to the queen." With that he leaped over the side down into the cavern, headed straight towards one of the adult warriors, his sword ringing against the armored claw, even as his feet hit the side of it too, where he jumped off, dodging the other claw's swipe and tearing a deep furrow down the creatures back. It vomited acid towards him, but it missed, etching the cavern wall, and now all three warriors turned to engage him as he landed in a crouch, rising and brandishing his sword. He'd drawn them in, and close together too. Meanwhile the queen was starting to turn to them, and the hatchlings already moving underfoot.
  13. STARFINDER GM

    IC: Starfinder Episode 02 - INTERMEZZO

    Spinning and flipping the little Ysoki made a once in a lifetime shot, her beam sizzling right into the monsters mouth and burning through the and out the back. The thing shuddered and it's tentacles drooped and it stilled in sudden death. Not so the monster Gurunta was gutting. It's tentacles thrashes and it wailed as grayish green blood sprayed as the Vesk sawed the thing virtually in half. It too was dead. The party slowly came out from cover and even the eye-bot was peering around the counter where Etch had it cornered.
  14. Vesper

    Level 1: Mecha and Monsters

    "Okay, so...I just stand in the, uh, trees and have Therion hit the queen?" Vesper asked. She hadn't lit up in here, wary of the smoke attracting attention through whatever Ryan was doing...but she was holding her fingers as if she had one out of sheer habit. She made a mental note to herself not to count 100% on the 'tree' stuff Yuuki could put down. She had some defenses too, after all. "Alright, lets get this over with." Three of those things were pretty close, and who knew how many weren't much farther off. All the ones fighting the natives would probably break off and come straight down here the second the attack started. They'd need to get this messy work done fast.
  15. Apollo leveraged himself up with one arm while brushing the arrows still sticking in him off. He sighed heavily. "Damn Abel, everyone was right about you , you are kind of a party pooper."
  16. Sensing an opportunity and weighing against the possibility that it was a trap, Abel tensed for a moment, and came to a decision. He didn't answer Jeane, instead he focused on the fallen god. he reached out with his mind, into Apollo's, hoping to get the real truth of what had been going on, and just why they'd come to them in the first place. Only at the last possible moment did he keep frim hitting the dangerous wall of his mental defenses with his consciousness. He had mental defenses unlike any he'd ever seen, a wall of titanium crystal rails and spinning razor blades of neutronium. They spun at such a speed that they absolutely shredded his powers attempts to breach the defense, and he scowled, withdrawing. "He's not dead, he's not even unconscious, he's just toying with us." He spoke the words aloud as he withdrew from the probing attempt, taking note of how the defenses were arranged, for later perhaps. in truth he knew it had been too easy, and prepared mentally for the real fight. With all his defenses still up he placed the barrier field between him and them. This fight was far from over. He reached down to his hip and drew his own lightsaber, igniting it with it's standard form. This was going to be a truly unpleasant fight.
  17. Madeline Volkov

    "GINGER SNAP"

    STAR SYSTEM HR9038 35LY from SOL The little orange light in the bottom right corner of her HUD turned green as her reserves of air stopped counting down and started counting up after Madeline cleared the airlock. That was one clock on hold. The antechamber she was in now showed every bit the rough craftsman ship she expected from Apostates bereft of the benefits of civilization, strictly survival level, no signs of any mesh infrastructure. However much progress they had made to breaking the compiler, they hadn't started putting it to use here at least. That had her breathing a little easier. That was the only thing though. Three signals meant the other three armors had been damaged or overridden to the point of shutdown. And anything that hit the suits that hard meant the wearers were probably... No. She wouldn't kill them in her head until saw the bodies. "Baba, alert me when I'm close to their signals or any signs of an interface," she whispered in her helmet, double-checking the readiness of her weapons. Everything checked out. She clicked her rifle into place on her back and brought out her PAc pistol to better suit the potential close quarters ahead. Okay. Squad. Compiler. Interfaces. Three things to find and an unknown defense to get around. And with that, she ghosted out of the antechamber and into corridors devoid of life and marked by signs of a recent firefight, motions smooth and slow, outline blurred to near invisibility. The few corpses of the defenders she spotted were briefly examined and then abandoned like unworthy chaff, her objectives burning in her mind's eye.
  18. SANCTUARY 70 LY from Sol So...yeah. This was a thousand shades of off. Everyone's reactions to her just giving an empty booth the once-over seemed really extreme. And now this? Had Noodle set her up? Or maybe something had happened that Noodle didn't know about. Something that put everyone on edge. Her first instinct was to hit the camo field and slink away to regroup before those sleeves found her. It was not a terrible idea. ...but who would talk to her then? Word would spread about her, and in no time every door would be closed, every eye hostile, and she'd have no choice but to just leave. This was a defensive reaction. They felt threatened by her for some reason. She'd stepped into a big pile of shit here. Maybe it was a better idea not to start tracking it around all over the place. There was obviously some kind of misunderstanding going on. All Anna needed was to be able to talk to someone. Of course, if these were the types to start shooting first and asking questions never, Anna would have just about enough time to regret that decision. A mnemonic core wouldn't help her out here. No sleeves on standby now, ready to host her mind if this body broke. In that sense she was as mortal as she'd ever been. Anna recalled the drone to its perch on her shoulder. Its presence could be construed as a weapon. She kept her hands at her sides, visible and empty. Hopefully they'd just want to detain her. Hey Loutre. If this goes wrong send my last words, alright? She waited for what she assumed were the security personnel tensely, on edge. If it looked like they were going to shoot, and didn't kill her right off, she'd try to cloak and escape. Otherwise she'd cooperate and hope for the best.
  19. 'The Apostate'

    "GINGER SNAP"

    "Possibly," replied the Apostate. "Smuggler ships sometimes don't have them. She's a custom job, like the Ataraxia. Alright, change of plans, get us close and I'll check this one out on my own. Moxie, the drive is charged, activate the Mockingbird Protocol." There was a slight silence, like Moxie was processing the request. Moxie's generally snarky tone grew cold and serious like one would expect from an AI. The protocol was designed to, in the event that something happened to Jericho, that Mox would spirit Penelope away in the Ataraxia, keeping his greatest treasure safe at all cost. "Jericho, are you sure?" "Damn right I am." "Dad, no," Penny didn't like the stakes all of a sudden as the seriousness of adventure crept into her thoughts. "Look, maybe we should just forget this whole thing. It's not safe, this whole thing could be a trap." "Penny, we're here, and if there is emergency power that means there was, at some point, an emergency. People could still be aboard that ship, and we have an obligation to investigate and search for survivors." "Dad, the whole ship is cold. No life signs. We're good, conscience clear." She argued. "Apotheosis doesn't work like that, we both know it. While I can't help the dead, if there are inert cores on that ship then leaving those people out here is no different than abandoning a person in the middle of nowhere. Death is preferable to be being lost and forgotten, sweetie." She shook her head as he checked the ammo in his weapons and punched in the combination on his armor locker. "I don't understand." "You will one day, Penelope," he began strapping on his armor and sealing the suit. "Mox, prepare the boarding sequence, if there are people aboard that vessel, they deserve to be home with their families. If something happens, you keep my girl safe, you hear me?" Moxie sighed. "You know I will."
  20. SANCTUARY 70 LY from Sol Lou circled doing her best to find a data point she could access to no avail.”Sorry, there is no net access here theses spots do not seem to be locked into any specific data streams. My conclusion is that they are first come first serve locations. I can however access a portion of the power system which feed electricity to this grid. In the last 106 days this particular site has dran power 87 days. The last increment being 6 hours ago.” By this time Anna notices she has drawn a lot of attention. Both patrons and sellers are warily watching her and not a few of them have hands which are in pockets or under coats out of sight and likely gripping weapons of some sort. As she looked around her at what she was now, right or wrong, perceived as a hostile gathering her drone fed her an image into her direct VR feed. Three beings, cybersleeved in what could only be military models of some sort had entered the bazaar on the north side the paused and one raised it arm and made a sweeping motion obviously doing a snesor sweep. “forty meters and closing on your position” came the drones voice metallic in her head. STAR SYSTEM HR9038 35LY from SOL Volkov crossed the half kilometer to the bunker cautiously and slowly. She tried a couple of more times as she got closer to raise her fire team only to get static in reply. As she closed the distance she went silent as well. She came to the lock the team had used to breach the interior the ready seal they had placed after entering was still intact and holding air in. The seal was transparent but she couldn't see anything. She pushed through the outer seal which parted like loving lips and closed behind her once close the the inner seal that she was pressed against lotus'd open and allowed her to enter the complex proper. Gravity was higher inside about 0.8g she guessed. That was good meant that despite the darkness there was power or the grav plates would be dead. She swept the area for thermal and found no heat signatures. Low light would be useless so she lit up her own light source using the red shift to give her low light something to work with. Comms was still silent but she was picking up the teams suits carrier waves now so she did a scan for the team. Three suits responded. All indicators showed zero life-signs. She cursed under breath. If she had had a mind set or even a damned data jack she could have accessed the suits and at least gotten some idea of what had happened. But she didn't so she would have to locate her fallen comrades and go to them. STAR SYSTEM WISE 1959-3338 37.5 LY from SOL By the time they had changed vector and matched velocities with the object Penny had spotted, the Jump drive was fully spooled and thready to jump and they had made visual confirmation that the object was indeed a ship. It was smaller than the Ataraxia but not by much, strictly a utilitarian design with no visible weapons although the Apostate noted a couple of sensor blister that could be camouflage for some small weapons. The ship looked dead a fact supported by the fact that the main airlock forward and a second lock aft were open. Both the outer and inner hatches. The only markings they could find was what looked like hand painter letters that read, GINGER SNAP, near the bow below what was probably the control deck. “Nothing in my files with that name, and the hull configuration isn't unique but not a perfect match for any of the market hulls I have catalogued.” said Moxie, a list of general hull types scrolling along with the percent probability that they were looking at that type but customized. “Daddy, I got some lights on the inner control panel of the forward lock, there's still power coming from somewhere.” Moxie followed Penny with out missing a beat. “I can confirm picking up a weak electro-magnetic field probably from ships batteries but the reactors are cold. Still zero emissions.” Penny turned her chair to face forward to watch the Apostate. “If the batteries are still juicing the emergency systems there should be an emergency beacon, shouldn't there?” she asked a tiny bit of her excitement now replaced by fear.
  21. Gorunta Hemok

    IC: Starfinder Episode 02 - INTERMEZZO

    Gorunta's feral grin became wider as he caught one of the flailing tentacles and brutally yanked it to the side. The monster ball's wail was premature. It really had to scream when the vesk thrust his sword into its body up to the hilt, and began to yank the blade downward, ripping it open.
  22. Jordan O'Quinn-Kurosagi

    "UNDER THE DRAGON CLAW"

    RHO, LUNA INSIDE THE DOME Jordan's lips tightened in an irritated grimace as she pulled her long, shimmering white hair over her shoulder. Things always got complicated when dealing directly with a House or whatever they claimed as theirs. She gave the case another, more incisive glance. It wasn't usual to find something House-Locked on public transportation. "Which House, Lockley?" Jordan growled, though it sounded more like an invitation. "Kimura." "Hmm," Jordan murmurmed, perusing the passenger log on her Mindset, using her Centurion Status to gain access. "Hmm, seems the case was logged in possession of a member of House Kimura in good standing, a Sigamund Kwon. Curious." She glanced around the bodies once more, her gaze skipping over the child with a tightening of her sculpted jaw, then nodded at the CSI. "Log it into evidence, could be motive for the attack, however remote and make a note for the ME that Kwon's Ego is of interest, if it's recoverable. I'll might know someone that can expedite the court order on the case." O'K had always pursued connections among the Centurions to make managing the bureaucracy and access easier in the course of her job. With her new sleeve, it was even easier to gain and maintain new contacts... which admittedly, hadn't always been towards the benefit of her job. "Stop staring, Anselmo," Jordan said, with a scowl. "Rather stare at you than a dead child," Anselmo rebutted. "You scowl so sexily." "I do everything so sexily," Jordan replied with sultry bitterness. "But if you're just looking, why not take a look at the local Mesh networks, see if we lucked out and caught anything. I'm gonna look up reports and compiler logs, see if anyone is missing or requested 300kg of pyoxycylene. Must need an industrial license for the stuff. Can't be that many on Luna with ready or legal access to it."
  23. "Reactors can make great bombs," Firanis assured Squidge as she gave the exo-frame a scrutinizing glance, "just depends how much juice they have left. But yeah, not the easiest way, either." The shapely engineer peeked around the corner into the bug queen's chamber. Cybernetic eyes narrowed as they roved over the room, magnifying her view on the things embedded in the wall, thermal imagining filters activating. Hidden, internal radar and sonar systems enhanced her what she could perceive, readouts of what she could appearing on the edge of her field of view.
  24. Sunshine rolled into a ball and sprang upright, deciding to take the chance that the tentacle monster would attack her - and in turn, hoping it'd overextend itself.
  25. Squidge frowned a little, working through the idea. "I think it'd be pretty hard to make a power suit reactor into a bomb. There's gotta be something else. I guess I figured someone might have brought grenades or something..." She searched the weird resinous walls around the queen, but nothing really jumped out at her as being especially destructive in a wide area...
  26. Phere looked around and motioned to the powersuit stuck in the wall. "What about that? Can you make its powerplant blow?" she asked. Phere continued to examine her surroundings, hoping for something a bit more purpose built for their needs, hoping beyond hope for a CS Fusion Block.
  27. Canadian Wilderness Jeane hadn't looked back as she took off to give the older Irregulars room to work, focusing on her run with her precious cargo balanced on her shoulders. Then came the booms and the bangs and the bizarre declarations as twin blurs popped up to flank her progress from the corners of her vision. She skidded to a stop as the noise dropped, half-turning in time to see the naked Key slump to the ground surrounded by a mob of Lillies. Her escorts turned out to be two more Lillies who came to a halt as she did with a grace that left her feeling both jealous and stupendously eager to learn once this day came to an end. Huh. That was quick. It brought the phrase 'puny god' to mind, in fact, whatever Ancient Alien crap was going on. She took a deep breath. "Pete, I'm going to put you down. I think someone was making fun of me," she muttered darkly. "I'm sure he meant well, Little Fire. Go easy," he offered as she bent and put and put him back on his feet. "Okay. Woah. Explain please. Who the hell are Apollo and Pandora? What did *he* do to justify this level of beatdown? Yeah, he sounded like an asshole, but he's still a human be..," she asked, plainly struggling to remain calm as the blood drained from her features as she took in Apollo's appearance, "...He is alive, right? Ya know, Key toughness and all that..." The spear choose that moment to erupt into a crimson bolt of lightning and thunder, as it dissipated back into the quantum from which it came.
  28. CANADIAN ROCKIES Blow after blow after blow the titan staggered. Apollo the great god was assaulted by the irregulars from the telekinetic barrage thrown at him by Sage to the relentless attacks by the multitude of Vanguards. Dust swirled and began to settle, Apollo staggered, cut bleeding pierced by dozens of arrows from Vanguards super bows. He stood teetering and reached out blindly in supplication "Why" Then fell flat on his face to lay in the dirt unmoving.
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